Tuesday, September 2, 2008

"It's Hard to Dream When You Are Not Awake..."

It was a distinct sensation, something you could take in with all the senses...As we entered into Burning Man, a dust storm swirled around us, driven by 50 mph winds. Everything we did was covered in the gray face of the Black Rock Desert...

It felt like we were crossing the threshold, beyond the end of the world into a Mad Max, heady future of neon lights, pulsing beats, open minds, and naked bodies. We weren't in West Virginia anymore, or NYC, or Florida, but on the Playa.

Practically we could realize that indeed Krsna sometimes sends his devotees to the hellish planets to deliver the Holy Name. Being a variety of seasoned veterans of the material world, we were non-plussed, and we delivered the goods in so many ways.

Of course, being the post-apocalyptic landscape that it was, Internet access was thing of the past. So we apologize for not providing the live updates that were promised.

Words fail at the moment (they will come later), so we'll decompress over the next few days and provide the visual evidence of Krishna Camp's transcendental works at this most diverse of human cultural expressions that was Burning Man 2008.